Tuesday, January 29, 2013

The Featured Creature: The Night Thing

Here we have a strange winged denizen of the night. Once I'd inked this piece, I
didn't care for the flame hair, but it was already integrated in the drawing.
However, in Photoshop I was able to remove it. When I began adding the tones, a seed of a story came to me. It didn't take long for it to explode into a full short story, but I haven't gotten it to a finished state just yet. Expect an update with the full story
soon.

Here is the beginning of the story:

The Night Thing

Ricky leaned over to the grilled speaker opening, "That'll be $11.47, Frank."

He
turned the latch and pushed the drawer out. Two fives, a one, and
several coins clanged in the drawer. Ricky smiled and scooped up the
money. After doing a quick count, he replaced it with the six pack of
Milwaukee's best and a pack of Basic 100's ultralight. Frank grabbed
his loot and cupped it to him like a mother with her newborn. Ricky
filed the bills and coins and slid the cash drawer shut with his hip as
he turned back to the window. He cringed. The metal on metal of drawer
bell always made his teeth tingle like he'd licked a Nine Volt battery.

"Have
a good night Fra - nnk," but Frank was gone. Frank's silence never
bothered him. Ricky chuckled as he watched him scuttle back to his
truck. Poor Frank loved his wife Helen but he loved his beer too. Helen
loved Frank, but Helen could not abide the Devil's drink in her home.

Every
Monday, Frank danced this silent dance. He always picked up a six pack
on the way home from his shift at the plant and hid it in the small
fridge he kept in his wood shop. Every Monday Ricky watched the strange
play of guilt on Frank's face and felt compassionate pity for him. He
thought as well, Thank God I'm single.

Frank
was usually Ricky's last customer on Monday nights. Sunday and Monday
third shift were dead zones at the Highway Fourteen Save-N-Go. He
probably wouldn't see another soul until just before sunrise. Most days
it didn't bother him, but occasionally Ricky wanted someone to talk
with. Frank always got off at 11:30 so it must have been just after midnight when the haggard man with the beard came banging on the door.

Ricky
began sweeping. Margaret had left him a long list of cleaning duties
to be done by morning. The store was being reviewed next Wednesday and
Margaret always wanted the store cleaner than a new car on review day.
That always meant more work for Ricky: clean behind the shelving units,
dust every surface, reorganize the freezer, sweep and mop twice during
shifts. Margaret was generally a relaxed manager, she even let him wear
his earphones on third shift, but when a review was coming around, she
became a relentless bitch.

He was halfway down the
candy isle when he heard a thump. He pulled one
of his earphones out and looked towards drawer window for customers. No
one
was there. He heard the clack of the front door being tried and then
several bangs in a row. He rolled his eyes and moved towards the door.
Company policy was that the doors were locked at eleven and he was
tired of endlessly explaining to the drunks driving home from the Moon
Dog Bar further down on highway fourteen. He moved quickly to the door
and glared at the haggard man on the other side.

The
man was almost a head shorter than Ricky and very dirty. His eyes were wet as
though he'd been crying. He was wearing a long black coat that may
have been a trench at one point but now was a tattered rag. His hair
and beard were long and as shaggy as the coat and neither had been
washed in some time. The man had both his hands on the door handles and
was tugging hard at them. His knuckles were white with effort and
eyes were wild. As he banged the door, he kept looking back over his
shoulder into the night. Ricky reached into his apron and grabbed the
store phone, showing it to the man.

"Mister. Mister! HEY! You're gonna have to stop that or I'm gonna call the sheriff's office."

"Please let me in. You've got to LET ME IN!!!"

"
M'Sorry Man. Not gonna happen! Company policy is doors are locked
after 11. Take your hands off the door or I'm calling the Sheriff - I'm
serious." The man clinched his eyes and made a loud nasal exhale, but
removed his hands. He turned away then, mumbling, but through the glass
Ricky could not hear him clearly. It sounded like, "They wouldn't be
able to help me anyway." The man rushed to the edge of the gas pumps, looked up
and around, and came back. His steps were jittery and fast, like a
squirrel.

The man returned to the door. He was
shaking. The man's eyes rolled nervously as he spoke as though he were
examining something in the air between them. Ricky activated the store
phone and prepared to dial 911. The haggard man closed his eyes and
held his hands up at shoulder level facing Ricky. He took several deep
breaths. The change was dramatic and instantaneous. The man stopped
shaking and even his wild hair seemed to settle somewhat. He opened his
eyes again, now clear and steady, and stared intently at Ricky.

"Do
you have - uhm - salt? One of those cylinder containers of salt? You
know the kind that pours." Ricky looked blankly at the man. "Salt!!"
the man spat out,"Please!"

"I think so, I'll go check,
but you gotta promise me you won't bang on the door no more." he glared
at Ricky then as though he were acting like an unreasonable child.

"I promise." the man turned to face the night as Ricky moved back down the isle. "-please hurry." the man whimpered.

"Found it!" Ricky deactivated the phone as he grabbed the container of salt and moved back towards the door.

"Two!
Bring Two! " the man yelled. With a huff, Ricky turned back and
grabbed a second container. He moved behind the register and the Man's
face dropped in horror. "What are you doing? Please!"

"Dude you gotta come over to the window. I told ya, I can't open the doors."
The man took several more deep breaths and edged towards the window,
facing away from the building as he moved. He kept looking towards the sky. The
window was just beyond the edge of the covered area for the gas pumps.
Ricky thought from the man's face, it looked as though he thought it
were made of lava.

When the man finally
reached the window his teeth were chattering and he was shaking again.
He
dropped several wadded bills into the drawer. "hurry. hurry. hurry.
hurry." Ricky rolled his eyes at the man and put the salt in the
drawer. It was too early in the evening for this much crazy. He looked
down and puzzled. The man had given him a fifty and a twenty. He
began to unfold the twenty and dropped it with a start. It was covered
in fresh blood.

The man suddenly jerked his head away as
though he heard someone call his name. He became very still and quiet.
Facing away from Ricky, he
awkwardly angled his arm and slowly reached into the drawer for the
salt. Ricky noticed then three long parallel cuts on the man's
forearm. The sound came again almost immediately, growing louder. Ricky
heard it too now, like ice water pouring down his neck, a shrill
reverberating cry like the howls of
mating cats.

~

UPDATE 02.18.13: The Night Thing Part III

"What the hell was that?!?" Ricky asked, but the man was
gone, moved back under the covered area in front of the doors. The man
turned in a circle several times and poured the salt around him until
one whole container was empty. He tossed the container away and closing
his eyes, began chanting. It might have been Latin or maybe Spanish,
but Ricky wasn't sure. The howl came again. Closer. This time it
extended into what sounded like a bird call, but deeper and almost
clicking.

The man was struggling to open the second
container. Ricky could see fresh tears on the his cheeks. He tore the
metal funnel off and poured some the salt over himself, still chanting.
From somewhere within his tattered coat, the man presented a large
silver medallion. It was the size of a small saucer and he seemed to
struggle to keep hold of it with his small hand. He held the medallion
in his right hand and with his left he gestured upwards then drew his
hand down to touch the circle of salt. He turned and repeated this four
times.

Ricky saw something. A huge black shape
moved at the edge of the lights circling the parking lot. It looked
like a tall man in a hooded cloak of some sort. It lunged about within
the shadow then to Ricky's shock, the figure seemed to open the cloak
and lift off into the sky. Ricky backed away from the window. He could
still hear the raggedy man's chanting, but it had become repetitive.
The man was facing the direction where the hooded figure had been. He
was making strange gestures with his free hand as he presented the
medallion with the other. A strong wind had suddenly come up and the
man's hair danced around his head in thick dark strands. He continued
to chant over and over, his eyes wide and staring. The man's voice
became deep and resonate, causing the windows of the store to vibrate in
harmony. Somewhere in the parking lot, the weird cat cry turned into a
shriek. That's when Ricky noticed the headlights of a car pulling into
the lot.

The haggard man turned to face the car as
well, still chanting, still wielding the medallion like a gun. No
sooner had he turned than a great shadow covered the car. A swath of
inky black, blocking the headlights and covering most of the hood. The
car swerved towards the pumps, then it was lifted straight up into the
night sky. As it rose, it tilted at an angle and the beams of its
headlights jaggedly danced across the parking lot.

Ricky
leaned forward to the window. He couldn't see past the roof, but he
needn't have looked for mere seconds later the car came crashing down
opposite the ragged man and just at the edge of the pumps. Glass flew
across the concrete and the car frame crunched in on itself, compacting
the vehicle. One of headlights burst free of it casing and still
attached, cast its light in wild arcs. The man inside the salt circle
did not flinch, but turned to face the fallen car. Some of the glass
had grazed his face and left thin lines of blood, but he continued to
chant. The thing that had lifted the car continued to shriek.

Suddenly
at the edge of the lot, one of the street lights exploded in a shower
of sparks. Seconds later on the opposite side of the lot another
exploded. Each was punctuated with the shriek of the hooded figure.
The hairs on Ricky's arms and neck stood on end and he realized then
that his face was covered in tears. Two more lights exploded and now
only the building remained lit. A small glowing pool in a sea of
night. Just then the car door opened and the man inside fell out onto
the concrete in a heap. In the back of his mind, Ricky thanked God it
was no one from town, just a stranger from the highway.

The
man's neck and arms were bleeding and his cheeks were pink and flushed
from the airbag. It hung behind him in a huge deflating pile. Using
the door for support, the man managed to get on his feet and stand. He
looked at Ricky and then the man with the medallion. He screamed. A
huge black shaped crossed the space under the covered area and enveloped
him. His scream faded as he disappeared into the night. It became
disjointed and gurgling as it faded, then stopped completely.

The
man within salt circle slumped and the wind died down. He lowered his
arms and sat. His hair returned to its previous torpor. Ricky grabbed
his ring of keys and rushed to the door. He fumbled through the mass of
metal for the door keys. He turned the latch and began to open the
door.

~

UPDATE 02.28.13: The Night Thing Part IV

"STOP!" The man in the circle raised
his hand flatly towards Ricky but did not look towards him. Ricky
looked at him wide eyed, questioning. "It has not left us. Stay
inside. Lock the door." Ricky slowly closed the door and locked it
once again. He slumped to the floor. He and the ragged man sat in
silence for a long while. The ragged man had assumed a meditative
stance and had closed his eyes. Ricky scanned the darkness beyond for
any sign of movement. His jaw was tight and his teeth chattered lightly
like he were cold.

"Whu-What is that thing?" Ricky finally asked.

"It
is a demon. Loosed from its infernal cage by a foolish man." The
ragged man did not open his eyes. "It is just playing with me."

"Most
likely not. It doesn't care for human constructions. I believe
because there is too much metal and electricity built into the
structure. It
would have to come inside to get you and it will not do that. It is me
that the creature wants. Just remain inside the building and I believe
you will remain safe."

Ricky saw movement near the
road. Someone was walking, or rather stumbling, into the parking lot.
As the figure stepped into the light, Ricky saw that it was the man from
the car. Ricky stood and moved to unlock the door. The ragged man
opened his eyes and looked intensely at Ricky.

"STOP. No matter what follows, you must not open that door."

"But he -"

"Is dead already. This is merely a ploy of the beast. ON YOUR LIFE, Do not open that door. PROMISE. NOW!" The ragged man stood up.

"I won't open it." Ricky whimpered.

As
the man from the car stumbled closer, Ricky could see his throat and
chest were covered with blood. He stumbled about as if he were drunk.
The ragged man took several deep breaths and presented the medallion at
chest height once more. Through the glass, Ricky could hear the deep
vibrato of his humming.

The man from the car moved
closer. He reached towards the building like an infant seeking succor.
His pants were shredded, showing the same cuts on his legs as on the
forearm of the ragged man. When he reached the edge of the covered
area, Ricky saw his mouth was working repeatedly. Through the glass he
could hear the man's whistling attempt at
speech, repeating the same sound over and over like a whimpering
puppy, "Eeees. Eeees. Eeees. Eeees." A long strand of spit and blood
hung down to his chest. His lip was torn. Ricky watched his mouth.
His tongue was missing. Ricky sobbed.

Just then a
shadow emerged from behind the tongueless man. A large clawed hand
encircled the man's neck and held him in place. The man's eyes widened
with panic, seeming to extend beyond the range of his eyelids. He
struggled weakly, trying to scream, but it came out only as a weak
rasp. The shadow lifted the man and shook him like a doll until he lay
still and quiet in its grip. The man's breath came in visible gasps as
blood continued to drip from his wounded mouth. From within the shadow a
face emerged. It's head was twice the size of the man's and feline
with cruel dead eyes. It stared directly at the man in the salt circle
and slowly licked the blood from the face of the tongueless man.

The
man in the circle continued his vibrato humming and raised the
medallion higher for the creature to see. In response, the creature
squeezed the neck of the tongueless man and his rasp scream turned into a
real one. The tongueless man struggled against the grip of the shadow
creature. His arms and legs flailed about as he continued to scream in
desperate gasps.

The ragged man reached into his coat
again and revealed a large dagger. He leveled it at the creature as he
began chanting once more. The phrasing was different this time, but
Ricky recognized one word, "Lux." Ricky felt an odd sensation building
in the pit of his stomach and the hairs on his arms stood up. The
ragged man was screaming his chant now and the wind had returned. The
tongueless man went limp and silent. Suddenly the dagger glowed a pale
blue and a bolt of electricity shot out of it, hitting the shadowed
creature in the chest. The thing dropped the tongueless man and braced
against the onslaught.

In the flashing light, Ricky saw
its full figure for the first time. It was easily as tall as two men
with a mixture of feline and human anatomy. What Ricky had mistaken for
a cloak was the bat like wings that extended under each of it's arms.
Two tails whipped the air behind, curling and flexing in anger. It had
dangerous looking claws on its hands and feet. The thing shrieked as
the lightning bolt began to burn into it. Ricky covered his ears.
Smaller bolts began began to arc off the larger one, hitting the nearby
concrete, then the fluorescent lights of the covered area. All the
lights surged bright with the added power and the entire building seemed
to be shaking in tandem with the ragged man's chant.

Everything exploded at once.

Light
bulbs shattered in a rain of glass and sparks and half the underside of
the pump cover ripped away as the bolt fried the wiring. The feedback
traveled inside the store as well. The freezer doors flew open as the
bulbs in the door edges burst. Several of the light covers in the
ceiling slammed to the floor followed by showers of electric fireflies.
The telephone in Ricky's apron sent shocks of spasm into his hip. He
frantically fished it out and flung it across the store. The Marlboro
sign above the cash register went off with a Fourth of July style circle
of shooting sparks and a loud boom. The neon OPEN sign disintegrated
in a rain of splinters, shattering the main window and sending glass
flying into the parking lot. Ricky squatted down and brought his arms up
to cover himself.

He remained crouched for a long time
until the buzzing in his stomach subsided. When he finally looked up
again, the creature was gone and the man in the salt circle was slumped
to the ground once more. All around glass fell and clinked. A thick
haze floated through the store and out where the main window used to
be. Outside, a single fluorescent light clung to electric life.
Dangling from a mess of wires, it slowly twirled and strobed, bathing
the covered area in staccato flashes. The air was heavy with the smell
of ozone. Ricky realized that the tongueless man was still breathing.
Small favors, he thought.

Ricky rested against the
door, letting it support him. He saw then, just beyond the remaining
fluorescent, a pair of eyes blink once and disappear. He heard the
heavy whoosh of the creature taking flight. It landed just beside the
tongueless man. Inside the salt circle, the ragged man did not move.
He turned to face the beast through the glass. It was looking directly
at him as it grabbed the tongueless man by the foot and dragged him into
the darkness. "No, no, no, no, no- noooo!" Ricky banged on the door
to wake the ragged man, but it was too late. The tongueless man's
screams were punctuated by a wet crunching noise, then silence.

Distant,
but growing stronger, Ricky heard the whine of police
sirens. He leaned into the window. At the far end of Highway Fourteen
he could see the lights flashing and moving closer. The ragged man
attempted to stand once more, swaying with exhaustion. He slipped as he
stood though, bringing his foot down upon the edge of the circle and
leaving a clean break in the line of salt. He looked up at Ricky. His
startled expression merged into a molten black blur and he was gone.

The
ragged man's screams melted into the keening of police sirens until the
two became one. Ricky looked at the broken circle for a long time,
fresh tears soaking his face and shirt. He wondered absently what he
was going to tell the Police. He wondered how he could ever feel safe
again. Then he saw it, at the edge of the flickering defeated light, a
glint off the rim of a silver medallion.

~

THE END

UPDATE 092513:

It is never truly the end I suppose. The story of Ricky Barrett and the strange silver disc continues in another Featured Creature post, The Disc of Abrasax. If you enjoyed this piece of fiction, please check it out. Thanks for reading and viewing!

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What are you afraid of?

Zombie bites are bite marks indicating that you have been infected by the undead. Zombie bites are indicators that you will soon join the living dead and seek out the flesh of the living. It only takes one bite. I'm not telling you anything new though. If you're here, you've probably already been bitten.

This blog is filled with my bites, the chunks of fear that lurk within me given the form of fiction, drawings, digital manipulations, paintings, and any other medium that allows me to get the beasties out of my head. I hope you find something here that you like, dislike, fear, something that makes you unsettled, disturbed, scared, or gives you that involuntary shiver, something that you'll carry with you when you leave. If you have a lingering fear, or a pernicious dark thought, or better yet a nightmare, my job here is done.

I also want you to return, to look again into the dark with me and find out what scares you most. It's easier when you're not alone. Come with me into the dark. It's only shadows. And when we're done you can always turn the light back on, right? What are you afraid of?